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2. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,

And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.

3. Methought from the battlefield's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track; 'Twas autumn-and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back

4. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft

In life's morning march, when my bosom was young;
I heard my own mountain goats bleating aloft,
And knew the sweet strain that the corn reapers

sung.

5. Then pledged we the wine cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to

part;

My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er,

And my wife sobbed aloud in her fullness of heart.

6. "Stay, stay with us!-rest; thou art weary and worn!"
And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay;
But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away!
Thomas Campbell.

FOR PREPARATION.-I. Note, in the biography of this author, his connection with soldier life and battles. His lyrics are esteemed among the best in the language.

II. Făg'-ot, guärd'-ed (gärd'-), vi'-sion (vizh'un), au'-tumn (aw'tum), sōl'-dier (-jer).

III. Difference between "lowered" and "lowered" (lou'erd) in meaning? (to lower another, to lower, itself). What two words compose welsound ovnressive of its meaning?

IV. Truce, pallet, desolate, “fondly I swore ” (i. e., without careful consideration, rashly), fain.

V. Note the figure of speech in the second line: "The sentinel stars," etc. (how natural for the soldier!) "Thrice ere the morning" (the repetition of the dream supposed to indicate its sure fulfillment). Note, again, the figure: "In life's morning march," etc. "Goats bleating aloft" (in the upland pastures). “'Twas autumn"-why? accident, or poet's choice? (The next two verses describe autumn scenes.) Note the exquisite fitness of meter for the expression of the sense and tone of feeling: "Our bu-gles sang truce; for the night cloud had low-ered":~

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-. Note the pathetic element in this poem, and compare it with that in Mrs. Hemans's Adopted Child or Dimond's Mariner's Dream (in the Fourth Reader). Contrast the serene heights, elevated above the region of the pathetic, in XII.: How sleep the Brave! and in The Burial of Sir John Moore (both patriotic pieces); the religious plane of thought and feeling is still further removed from the pathetic. The artlessness with which this piece is put together, the lack of motives in one part for what is introduced in another, leads to the supposition that the poet described a real dream.

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1. The next morning I communicated to my wife and children the scheme I had planned of reforming the prisoners, which they received with universal disapprobation, alleging the impossibility and impropriety of it; adding that my endeavors would in no way contribute to their amendment, but might probably disgrace my calling.

2. “Excuse me," returned I, "these people, however fallen, are still men, and that is a good title to my affections. Good counsel rejected returns to enrich the giver's bosom; and though the instruction I communicate may not amend them, yet it will assuredly mend myself.

3. "If these wretches, my children, were princes, there would be thousands ready to offer their ministry; but, in my opinion, the heart that is buried in a dungeon is as precious as that seated upon a throne. Yes, my

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been divided between famine and excess, tumultuous riot and bitter repining.

8. Their only employment was quarreling among each other, playing at cribbage, and cutting tobacco stoppers. From this last mode of idle industry I took the hint of setting such as chose to work at cutting pegs for tobacconists and shoemakers, the proper wood being bought by a general subscription, and, when manufactured, sold by appointment; so that each earned something every day: a trifle, indeed, but sufficient to maintain him.

9. I did not stop here; but instituted fines for the punishment of inmorality, and rewards for peculiar industry. Thus, in less than a fortnight, I had formed them into something social and humane, and had the pleasure of regarding myself as a legislator, who had brought men from their native ferocity into friendship and obedience.

Oliver Goldsmith.

FOR PREPARATION.-I. A selection from "The Vicar of Wakefield"; portrays the most amiable, humane, and pious soul in English literature. A vein of refined, genial humor runs under it all.

II. Coun'-sel (distinguished from eoun'-çil), dun'-ġeon (-jun), gulph (antiquated spelling of gulf), ġãol (jā1) (also jail), knåck (nåk), mis'-chie-vous (-che-vus), ob-sçēne', per-se-vēr'-ançe, shoe'-māk-ers.

III. Signification of dis in disapprobation, disgrace, displaced;—of im in impossibility and impropriety;-de in descended (de down, scended = climbed); sensibility (ability to feel, tenderness of heart).

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IV. Scheme, alleging, awry, dexterously, ridiculous, diverted, repining, tumultuous, cribbage, tobacconists, sold by appointment.

V. Note the quality of the sayings of Dr. Primrose-almost as pithy and felicitously expressed as proverbs: "These people, however fallen, are still men;""Good counsel rejected returns to enrich the giver's bosom;" "Is there upon earth a gem so precious as the human soul?" Note the depth of his faith and the stability of his character in the reflection that (6) "what was ridiculous in my attempt would excite mirth only the first or second time, while what was serious would be permanent."

FIFTH RE

FIFTH READER.

X. THE HERMIT.

close of the day, when the hamlet is still, mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, aught but the torrent is heard on the hill, naught but the nightingale's song in the grove us, by the cave of the mountain afar, e his harp rang symphonious, a hermit began; e with himself or with Nature at war, ought as a sage, though he felt as a man:

why, all abandoned to darkness and woe, lone Philomela, that languishing fall? ng shall return, and a lover bestow, sorrow no longer thy bosom inthrall. pity inspire thee, renew the sad lay:

n, sweetest complainer-man calls thee to

mourn!

he him whose pleasures like thine pass away! quickly they pass-but they never return.

gliding remote on the verge of the sky, noon, half extinguished, her crescent displays; ly I marked when majestic on high

one, and the planets were lost in her blaze. thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue ath that conducts thee to splendor again! 's faded glory what change shall renew? ool! to exult in a glory so vain!

ght, and the landscape is lovely no more. rn-but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you! rn is aproaching your charms to restore, med with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew.

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